The Palace of Charity had been preparing for Rob's arrival since five days ago. Now, the palace was spotless. The marble floor was like a mirror, reflecting the afternoon sun. The lawn outside was neatly trimmed, and all the clergymen had solemn expressions on their faces.
The carriage stopped outside the gate, and Marston, Roger, and a group of bishops came to welcome them.
"Your Holiness, you've come from afar. Please have a drink."
As soon as the red-robed bishop finished speaking, an archbishop came over with a cup of tea. Rob took the cup, opened the lid, and smelled the tea. He felt refreshed. Not only did all his fatigue disappear, but even his mental strength seemed to have improved.
"Tea of Great Brightness?" Your Honor, the future supreme magus, raised his eyebrows. He had been calm when facing the welcoming crowd in the city, and even when Markwell was holding the reins for him. However, when he took the small cup of tea, a rare look of surprise appeared on his face.
The tea leaves used for the Tea of Great Brightness came from the tea tree in the backyard of the Luchese Cathedral. The Luchese Cathedral was the largest cathedral in the Holy Alliance. Every day, tens of thousands of devout believers prayed and prayed there. For thousands of years, the faith of countless believers had gathered there, and finally, the tea tree in the backyard had changed.
The tea leaves on the tree were exceptionally fragrant, and contained rich holy power. In addition, the Tea of Great Brightness was not ordinary spring water, but high-grade Healing Potions. A small bottle of high-grade Healing Potion would be worth 500,000 gold coins on the market, and it could not be more extravagant to use it to brew tea. Low-level clergymen only needed to drink a mouthful of the Tea of Great Brightness to increase their rank by one or two levels. For people like Rob, who were not part of the Shrine, although drinking the Tea of Great Brightness would bring him many benefits, he would not be able to absorb its essence.
Therefore, what the Shrine was doing was a bit of a waste. After all, the tea tree in the Luchese Cathedral only grew new leaves once every fourteen years, and the tea leaves harvested were only enough to brew six or seven bowls of tea.
However, when Rob finished his cup of tea, it was Markwell and Maston's turn to be surprised.
Logically speaking, when the Great Light Tea was consumed by a non-clergy, the massive amount of Divine Power contained in it would complete a cycle in a very short period of time, cleaning and healing the hidden injuries left in the body. However, this would only consume a very small portion of the Divine Power, as most of the Divine Power would dissipate into the air, which was equivalent to a complete waste.
However, after Rob finished the cup of tea, there was only an extremely small amount of divine power that overflowed from his body. In fact, if it was not for the fact that clergymen of bishop rank and above could not sense the changes in the divine power around him, then where did the divine power contained in the cup of Great Light Tea end up? All the bishops present looked at each other, puzzled.
As the red-robed archbishops, Maston and Markwell had far more information than the others. The two seemed to have thought of something, and they looked at each other. Maston then said, "His Majesty has been waiting in the Winter Hall for a long time. Your Holiness, please come with me."
Rob nodded and followed the two red-robed archbishops. This was the first time he came to the headquarters of the Church. The Palace of Love was very large, and not only did Vernal the Fifth live in it, but also some other leaders of the Shrine. Saruman, the head of the red-robed archbishops, was also here, but for some reason, he did not see him today.
When Rob passed by a small garden, he also met the little boy and little girl who had fought with Gudilesi that night — Alvin and Jane. These two children were the secret weapons trained by the Shrine, and they also lived in the Palace of Love. When Jane looked up and saw him, there was a hint of hostility in her eyes, while Alvin was much more humble, bowing to him. In addition, there was also a guy in a cloak who did not show his face. He should be the teacher that the two children mentioned.
Maston's footsteps finally stopped outside the Winter Hall.
When Rey VII built the palace, it was extremely luxurious. He asked people to build four halls in spring, summer, autumn, and winter, so that people could enjoy the scenery of the four seasons without leaving their homes. After that, he spent a lot of effort to transplant all kinds of precious flowers and trees and specially built four different magic matrixes below to regulate the temperature. However, after the temple took over and renovated the palace, three of the four halls were gone. Only the winter hall was preserved, and the inside was beyond recognition. Most of the plants and the priceless furnishings were sold, but the magic matrixes below were left.
In winter, the Church would turn on the magic circle to make the place as warm as spring, much warmer than a fireplace.
"Your Holiness, His Holiness Atlede Richard Holstein has arrived."
A gentle and amiable voice came from the room. "Then invite him in."
The cleric who was responsible for transcribing the Pope's orders and the attendant stood up and left together. The carved door slowly closed behind the young man, leaving only the two of them in the spacious Winter Hall.
Unlike the grand welcoming ceremony outside, Van 'er the Fifth looked very casual at this time. He was not wearing a robe, nor was he wearing a crown. The Pope's Scepter, which was regarded as a sacred object by countless believers, was casually thrown at his feet. He was busy transplanting a small blade of grass into a flower pot. At this moment, he looked just like an ordinary old man who took care of flowers and plants.
The blade of grass in his hand was the most common type of blade of grass. In fact, because it was so common, very few people planted it. But Van 'er the Fifth was very busy. His Holiness the Pope personally loosened the soil in the flower pot, dug out a small hole, and carefully inserted the blade of grass into the pot.
Then he waved to Rob, who just entered the door, and said, "You came at the right time. Help me water it."
Your Honor, the future Supreme Magister, did not refuse. He raised the Lord of Eternal Night in his hand, and a small cloud appeared on the blade of grass in the pot. In a moment, cyan raindrops fell.
"Amazing," the old man praised. "In the Magic Association, your teacher has the best eyes."
Van 'er the Fifth was referring to the time when Steins said that Rob would be as powerful as Roland in the future. At that time, Rob was just an unknown second-year student. Outside the Royal College of Magic and Magic, no one had ever heard of his name. However, Steins only watched him for one night and gave such an evaluation the next day. His eyes were indeed terrifying.
Now, with the advent of the Magic Network, no one in the magic world would doubt what he had said.
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